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Understanding 9/11Matt Lucas - Musician's Blues
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Matt Lucas spent his life playing and singing on the road. No one knows the "Musician's Blues" better. A Rockabilly Hall Of Fame Legend he let's everyone know he's got the blues.
Song list
1 The M.C. Twine
2 Fat Man From New Orleans
3 Musician's Blues
4 Going To Toronto
5 The Mau Mau Boogie
6 Key West
7 San Quentin Blues
8 Newspaperman Blues
9 The Lonesome Traveler
10 Got No Work Blues
11 Ballad Of Effie
All songs by Matt Lucas.
Photos by Vivian Heyl.
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Matt writes about each song
The M.C. Twine - Detroit Producer, Ollie McLaughlin, asked me to walk around Detroit and write a song about the city. It was the beginning of the Motown scene and because of its ties to the auto industry Detroit was known as Motor City during the 60s. MC TWINE was cut at UNITED SOUND with the FUNK BROTHERS BAND and became a big local hit for me.
Fat Man From New Orleans - I always loved Fats Domino so I wanted to write a tribute song to him. I tried to include the titles of many of his hits in my song. I played and sang it for Fats and he loved it. He told me, "Matt, that’s the way it was, back then." I miss Fats.
Musician's Blues - I think any musician who’s played all the honky tonks and dumpy dives that I have, can relate to this song. It's about when you are drinking, lonely and homesick on the road.
Going To Toronto - I loved Toronto. I played all the great clubs there back in the early 60s when things were really jumping on Yonge Street. With so many nightclubs playing great music every night of the week it was better than New York City.
The Mau Mau Boogie - I wrote this song for the promoter of the Ponderosa Stomp, Dr Ike, in New Orleans. He put some real innovators of Rock and Roll together for this yearly event. I cut the record in 2000 in Chicago with James Burton on guitar.
Key West - While playing honky tonks in Northern Canada’s freezing weather (where everyone seemed to have a drinking problem) I would return to my hotel room and think about Key West. It was often 40 below outside and bar fights were common. I dreamt of being in Key West where the sun always shines.
San Quentin Blues - I never served time in San Quentin, but I have been in jails. At the young age of 14 I was placed in a notoriously bad detention center for 14 months where I was a number, not a name. That was enough for me to imagine how bad it would be in San Quentin.
Newspaperman Blues - I was always lucky that the press gave me great reviews, and I understood how the power of the press can fill up a nightclub.
The Lonesome Traveler - A song that any musician who’s spent too many years on the cruel lonely road can relate to. I’d get so down in the dumps that it seemed the only place left to go was “six feet down in a hole.”
Got No Work Blues - A song about a musician who has a hard time getting bookings. Since he wants to be more than a walking jukebox the agents aren’t sure what to do with him.
Ballad Of Effie - The saddest song I ever wrote was about the day my mother died. I was so broke that my friends took up a collection just so I could buy a train ticket to attend her funeral. I wrote the song during a recording session with my friend and producer, Bob Halley, on piano. I couldn’t hold back tears as the memories of my mother came pouring back. I loved her so much.
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Quotes
Matt Lucas is the wildest man to come out of Missouri since Jesse James - Ronnie Hawkins
Never heard a white boy sing with that much feeling. - Dorothy Ashby, Jazz Harpist
Matt Lucas is the blackest sounding white man I ever heard! - Rick Coleman, Award winning writer of Blue Monday
Matt Lucas, he's what the blues is all about. - Jack Batten, Toronto Globe & Mail
Matt's music knocks me out and inspires me too! - Charlie Musselwhite
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